The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

"Dirty... Boom!!!"

The train slowly entered Zhengyangmen East Station, with a lot of steam coming out of the front of the train, like an angry steel monster.

The Jinlu Railway was built in 1903, extending from the Marco Polo Bridge to the southeast outside the Qianmen Gate of the inner city. It is becoming more and more prosperous here, facing north is adjacent to Dongjiaomin Lane, and south is the Qianmen business district, where a large number of merchants gather here every day.

The station has three platforms, two of which have canopies. Passengers in the three waiting rooms entered the platform one by one and lined up to board the train.

The oncoming train finally stopped, the doors opened, and the passengers swarmed down. But there was a section of the car that was very strange. The passengers did not leave immediately after getting off the car, but stood on both sides of the door automatically, as if waiting for some important person.

The people waiting on the platform suddenly looked over there curiously. I saw a tall young man walking out, wearing ordinary clothes, nothing out of the ordinary, but quite popular with everyone.

Zhou Hexuan carried the suitcase by himself and walked through the crowd, followed by Liang Suming and the Sun brothers who were carrying the suitcase.

After they took a few steps, Chen Da behind him suddenly shouted: "Sir, your dream is also the dream of all of us! We will always remember it!"

"Everyone take care, goodbye!" Zhou Hexuan put down his suitcase, turned around and bowed deeply to everyone.

The students bent down to return the salute, shouting: "Take care, sir!"

This scene made the passengers on the platform extremely curious, all focused their eyes on Zhou Hexuan, guessing his identity.

Liang Suming took off his glasses, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and sighed: "My brother's speech today is inspiring, and it expresses the deepest ambitions of every Chinese."

"It's just a dream, and there's a long way to go." Zhou Hexuan didn't know why, he was obviously fooling others, but he limped himself, and was deeply trapped in passionate emotions that he couldn't extricate himself from.

Everyone followed behind them silently, walked into the central hall of the station without saying a word, and then dispersed with complicated emotions.

"Jing Yan, I was crying just now," Wu Jing looked at the back of them leaving, and couldn't help asking, "When will your husband's dream come true?"

Lu Jingyan shook her head: "I don't know, I'm excited and uncomfortable right now."

Outside the station.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Zhou Hexuan exhaled and said with a smile: "Brother Shou Ming, don't think so much, it's important to go to Tsinghua Garden first."

Liang Suming laughed at himself and said: "You don't know that I am easily agitated and like to act like a little girl, which made my virtuous brother laugh at me."

Liang Suming is not only easily agitated, he will cry when he sees the miserable life of the poor, because he feels that the country has no future, and he has committed suicide many times.

At this moment, a young man suddenly followed up and said to Zhou Hexuan: "Mr. Zhou, hello, I am Nan Huaicheng, a reporter from "Shenbao". I was inconvenient to disturb you on the train just now, but I was deeply touched by what you said. I would love to get that published."

"Hello, Reporter Nan," Zhou Hexuan shook hands with him, "Isn't "Shenbao" in Shanghai? Why did you come to Peiping?"

Nan Huaicheng explained: "The battle at Nankou is fierce. I want to come and interview."

"It turns out that Mr. Nan is still a war correspondent, I admire that." Zhou Hexuan praised.

Today, there are two newspapers with the largest circulation in China, one is "Shenzhen" and the other is "News", with a daily sales volume of more than 100,000 copies, of which "Shenzhen" has a daily sales volume of 140,000 copies.

Nan Huaicheng asked: "Mr. Zhou, can you retell the content of your speech on the train?"

"Yes." Zhou Hexuan said.

Nan Huaicheng immediately took out the interview book and said, "I'm in a hurry. If Mr. Zhou doesn't mind, let's record it now."

Zhou Hexuan narrated that Nan Huai took shorthand and quickly finished transcribing the 1,800-word speech.

The two shook hands and said goodbye, Zhou Hexuan and the others drove away, and Nan Huaicheng also called a rickshaw: "Go to the telegraph office!"

On the bumpy rickshaw, Nan Huaicheng continued to write, writing what he saw and said in the carriage, and he had finished writing by the time of the telegraph office.

On the Shanghai "Shenbao" side, there are special clerks guarding the telegraph office every day, and the manuscripts are received quickly. After seeing the content, they immediately sent someone to send it back to the headquarters of the agency. Half an hour later, the press release had already reached the newspaper office.

He Guisheng, the editor-in-chief and acting editor-in-chief of "Shenbao", forgot to knock on the door, and rushed into the president's office: "You are talented, please read this manuscript!"

Shi Liangcai smiled and said, "Why is the news so urgent? The National Revolutionary Army won another big victory?"

"Look for yourself." He Guisheng put the press release on the table.

Shi Liangcai picked it up to read for a long time, the smile on his face became heavy, and he suddenly let out a long sigh: "Oh, why don't we have this dream."

He Guisheng said: "I want to make it the headline of tomorrow's front page."

"You are the acting editor-in-chief, you have the final say," Shi Liangcai continued to bury his head in reading the speech, and praised, "This Mr. Zhou is really eloquent, and he has said all the words from the bottom of the Chinese heart."

He Guisheng said with a smile: "He is with us, and the re-publishing of Tianjin "Ta Kung Pao" is his handwriting."

Shi Liangcai nodded slightly: "If there is a chance, I would like to meet in person."

"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to write an editorial for this news." He Guisheng picked up the press release and left in a hurry.

"Wait," Shi Liangcai called He Guisheng suddenly, "Put his song "One Generation" before the content of the speech."

"What "One Generation"?" He Guisheng had never heard of this poem.

Shi Liangcai smiled and said, "It's the modern poem written by Zhou Hexuan. The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light."

He Guisheng savored for a moment, nodded and said, "This poem is suitable for the occasion, and it is very suitable to be included in the manuscript."

Without mentioning the "Declaration", let's turn our attention back to Peiping.

When Zhou Hexuan, Liang Suming and the Sun family brothers came to Tsinghua Garden, school staff immediately went to inform the leaders, and soon Wu Mi, director of Tsinghua Academy of Chinese Studies, came quickly.

"Oh, Shou Ming, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and finally I'm here!" Wu Mi laughed aloud from a distance away.

Wu Mi is also a great scholar with a thorough knowledge of both Chinese and Western cultures. Together with Chen Yinke and Tang Yongtong, he is known as the "Three Heroes of Harvard". He is the actual founder of Tsinghua Academy of Chinese Studies.

After Liang Suming shook hands with Wu Mi, he introduced, "This is Zhou Hexuan, the author of "The Rise of Great Powers."

Wu Mi was in awe when he heard this, and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Zhou, I have admired you for a long time. Mr. Ren admires your masterpiece very much. He must be very happy to hear that you came."

"I'm here this time, and I'm going to thank Mr. Ren Gong face to face." Zhou Hexuan said.

Wu Mi chatted with them for a while, and said with a smile: "Let's not talk nonsense, I will immediately send someone to help Shou Ming arrange accommodation, and by the way, I will also call Ren Gong (Liang Qichao) and Jing'an (Wang Guowei) to have a happy gathering tonight swig!"